“She stole from my firm,” Marina said. “From me. From you.”
“And gave Ronald Blue Meridian.”
Marina’s face went still.
She had not known that part.
For the first time since I met her, Marina Shaw looked truly shaken.
“She knew that name?” she asked.
“She said it on a recording.”
Marina whispered something under her breath that I didn’t catch.
I folded my arms.
“How?”
“I don’t know.”
“That’s becoming a popular answer.”
Her eyes flashed. “I deserve that.”
“No,” I said softly. “You deserve worse. But I don’t have time.”
Marina absorbed that without defending herself.
Good.
Defense would have ended the conversation.
Instead, she opened her briefcase and removed a sealed envelope.
“This was delivered to my office thirty minutes ago,” she said.
I didn’t take it.
“What is it?”
“A copy of Ronald’s amended exhibit list for tomorrow.”
“He amended it already?”
